Oliver flinched then, looking towards her with widened eyes. She was serious, wasn't she? He didn't have the desire to argue, to protest that it would be absolutely ridiculous to refuse at this point, so instead he looked back at the fountain, the water glinting in the golden light of the setting sun.
"Yes, I was angry!" he said in a rush, his voice pitched closer to a yell this time. "Everything I worked for, yanked away in a heartbeat, and no one would listen when I said that I did everything I could!" His hands were balled into fists at his side, and he took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding heart. "Yes, I was mad. I was hurt! Angry! And I still am!"